MIKO
Jude is sleeping again.
The door closes behind me with a soft thud, and I walk over to the bed, putting the bags I am carrying at the foot of the bed before I walk over to where Jude is curled like a ball under the covers. Only his head is showing, and I run my fingers softly through his hair, exhaling softly.
He has been sleeping a lot. It's good, because he has to rest. When he isn't sleeping, he is crying a lot. Jude, my baby, has been having a hard time. He is mourning. I toe off my shoes before I get on the bed, holding him from behind because I just have.
I have been gone for at least two hours to buy us some change of clothes because I didn't carry any, and the ones Jude has are dirty.
But even with that, we haven't left the hotel for three days now, and I haven't wanted to leave his side even for a second.
"You're back?"
My arm tightens around his waist as I kiss the back of his head.
"Yes, love. I didn't know you were awake."
